Waves

 Sitting on the beach watching the waves come in and out a constant churning. Each set of waves more beautiful and different than the last. 

The different levels of blue with each depth of the water. 

Sometimes the waves would come in rushing like a freight train which is the opposite of how the island feels. 

It’s like my soul, my lungs can take in a breath deeper than I’ve ever taken before and it relaxes me in a way that my body can’t quite grasp. 

I wonder the reason for these waves. What is Gods plan? Is it to see something so beautiful and to tame it, like riding the surface or is it to remind us that some beauty can’t be tamed. 

Are we like that beauty? 

Is it to remind us that we can admire that beauty and it’s danger and to remember to cling to Him when we feel the pull is to hard? 

I don’t know which of those things it is. 

But I feel like maybe it’s all three. 

Some beauty is meant to be admired.

And maybe the waves are reminding me that when I feel the danger of being pulled away from Him, when the waves come rushing in, uncontrolled,  to turn towards Him, know that He is my safety. My protector.

And maybe these waves remind me that God has made me beautiful, different from all the rest. A force that cannot be tamed no matter how someone tries. The strength is made for a purpose. Not one that all will understand.  One that will be admired and some may say that’s too much because they don’t understand. 

Not everything is to be understood. Or maybe it’s to understood in time. 

I’m not sure. 

But as I breathe in the salty air, admire the strength of the waves, and a purpose I don’t quite understand, I’ll just be greatful for this day and this moment and take another deep breath